It's a bit tricky to grade this one, in that it hits a nostalgic sweet spot in terms of type of movie that doesn't really exist anymore. There are several narrative levels on which it is clever, and it does a pretty good job of channeling Chandler/Altman as a period piece without doing too much shit-eating "Mark my words...in twenty years, we'll all be driving Japanese electic cars." And, of course, there is the Shane Black dialogue, which is as amazing as always, particularly in several set-pieces.

But the cleverness only barely holds it together, and that there is a fight for the respect of a little girl at the heart of it gives the film a bit of soul, but not enough of one to transcend its natural emotional limitations.